Name: Jonathan
Ages: 5, 6, 14, 15, 16, 17

I was potty trained at the age of 3 or 4, I can't remember exactly 
when, but around the age of 5, I had trouble controlling my bowel 
movements. My mom and dad tried so hard to potty train me but I guess I 
was too stubborn. So when I was 5 my mom bought me Pampers and I was in 
diapers until I turned 6. After that I had minor bowel accidents, but 
my parents never found out. I would wet the bed at least two or three 
times a month throughout my childhood. I would also think about wearing 
diapers off and on throughout my childhood as well.

When I was 14 I had a good friend named Zack. He was I think ten or 
eleven years old last time I saw him. Anyway, it was his birthday on 
March 21st, 2000. I was invited to his party at Chuck E. Cheese's and 
we had a blast. After his party we went back to his house and I had to 
use the bathroom. A few weeks ago I heard rumors that Zack was a 
bedwetter and pants-wetter and he had to wear Dry-Nites to keep himself 
dry. I didn't know whether those rumors were true or not. I was in the 
bathroom taking a piss, and I started to think about those rumors I 
heard. I finished pissing in the toilet and I washed my hands. I looked 
under the sink in the cabinets and sure enough, there was a small box 
with the two words DRY-NITES printed in big lettering on the box with a 
picture of the diaper underneath it. I looked inside and there was one 
diaper left. I took it on instinct and shoved it in my pants. I got out 
of the bathroom and told Zack I'd go ask my mom if I could stay over 
for the night because he was having a slumber party. I left and I ran 
home. I asked my mom if I could stay over and she said yes. I went to 
the bathroom, and I quickly stripped my clothes off. I took the diaper, 
yanked it open and slid it over my genitals and around my waist. Of 
course it was too small and it nearly tore in half. I was disappointed. 
I didn't want my mom to find out so I quickly tore it into tiny little 
pieces and I threw all the pieces into the toilet and flushed it. I 
left my house with my overnight stuff and I told Zack that I liked to 
wear diapers and stuff, he didn't seem to care. He hated wetting the 
bed, though, and wearing those pull-up things.

About two weeks later, I was browsing the internet to see if they had 
any larger size Dry Nites that would fit me. I searched for "Dry Nites" 
in yahoo and it came up with these other kind called Good Nites. I 
checked their website out, and to my surprise they had a size that 
would fit me.... XL Goodnites. I quickly logged off, and grabbed my 
wallet with twenty bucks and ran to the local drugstore where I used to 
live. I went inside the store, and looked around for the Goodnites. I 
went into the baby section, and sure enough, there they were, the XL 
Goodnites. I picked up a package, and I was sweating like a dog because 
I was both excited and very nervous. I went to the checkout with one 
package of 9 Goodnites and the clerk rang up my diapers without smiling 
or saying anything as if it was just a candy bar any other normal kid 
would buy. I handed her the 20 and she gave me my change, and I ran 
back home. Lucky for me, mom was in the kitchen so I was able to sneak 
into my room without her seeing me and the diapers. I closed my door, 
and I stripped off my clothes quickly. I tore open the package, and I 
took a diaper out. I examined it and smelled it. It smelled kind of 
nice. I slipped it over my waist and it fit perfectly. That one package 
of Goodnites lasted me a week. I didn't buy another package for another 
month or so.

Then I got an idea. I started to wet my bed on purpose every night, 
because I figured it'd get my mom's attention and she'd buy me 
Goodnites. But she never found out, and I got fed up with having wet 
sheets and so one day, I washed my own sheets and stopped wetting the 
bed after two weeks of trying. My room had the faint smell of urine. My 
mom asked me why it smelled that way, and I told her I had a couple 
accidents, but she wasn't too worried after I told her I washed my own 
sheets.

Knowing that wetting my bed on purpose didn't work I started to give up 
on the whole diaper thing. Until we moved to the countryside. That's 
when the diaper fetish really started to intensify. I didn't want to do 
the whole bedwetting thing all over again so I decided to write my mom 
a note telling her that I wet the bed even though I didn't really (This 
was after I turned 15). I wrote the note, and I left it on her desk one 
day before I left for school. That whole day I worried about what my 
mom was doing and thinking as I was waiting for the clock to strike 2 o 
clock pm so I can go home and face my mom's reaction in person. Finally 
after a long nervous day, I came home and went to my room. I saw my bed 
stripped except for a plastic sheet. I didn't see any Goodnites, I was 
disappointed. I went into the kitchen and I looked at my mom and she 
told me that she got my note. I said ok, and she said that she got me 
the Goodnites that I requested in the note. I was really surprised,!
 and she was very understanding and she asked me why I didn't tell her 
sooner. I told her that I was afraid of how she'd react. So from then 
on I was very happy. My mom bought me Goodnites three times until I 
noticed that they leaked big time. So I asked my mom to buy me these 
depend brief things, and she said ok. She bought me my first pack and 
at first I didn't like them because of the loud rustling sound, but 
after a week of wearing them, I started to like the rustling sound.

It didn't take long for my dad to find out about me supposedly wetting 
the bed. But he never said anything directly to me about it until we 
moved to Alaska. After we moved to Alaska, my dad made me visit a 
psychiatrist after three doctor visits with tests. All the tests came 
back negative, and they obviously didn't find anything wrong with me, 
because in all truth, there was nothing wrong with me. All I wanted to 
do was wear diapers. I was 16 at the time of my doctor visits. The 
psychiatrist didn't help much, because there was nothing he could do 
really. So my parents were disappointed and my mom continued to buy me 
diapers.

I am now 18 years old, and I still wear diapers, and my mom continues 
to buy the for me. Although I did give her another note telling her the 
truth about my diaper fetish. But I left out the part that I lied about 
wetting the bed. I told her that I didn't wet the bed much anymore, but 
I liked wearing diapers. After I gave her a copy of my research on 
Diaper Lovers and Teen and Adult Babies, she was quite understanding, 
and she said I could wear them as long as I threw away the dirty ones 
and everything. I don't wear every night though because sometimes I 
just don't feel like wearing. But right now I am wearing a blue attends 
diaper, and I am very happy to have such an understanding mother. 
Unfortunately none of my friends wear diapers for any reason, but I did 
manage to get my friend Nathan to wear diapers thanks to my bribery 
skills. I hope you enjoyed my story of how I got back into diapers, and 
I hope that all of you diaper lovers and teen babies have a happy and 
diapered! life.